My Substitute Ugly Wife Novels & Stories

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

This is strategy. "My husband filed for divorce eight months ago," she says, pleasantly, as if discussing the weather. "Turns out marrying someone for financial security isn't as appealing when they can see you doing it." She smooths an invisible crease in her skirt. "I need to start over. You need a marriage that isn't built on fraud. I see a solution." "You're insane," I say. She doesn't even blink. "I'm practical. Annul this arrangement. Marry me. I disappear quietly and no one ever hears about Iris Hartley walking down the aisle as her sister."

And why the hell was it so much? She groaned softly and rolled over causing me to see her face. My heart plummeted. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Ivy, but she looked so familiar. I wanted to slap her awake and shake her till the truth fell from her mouth but managed to rein my anger in. I knew it had to be too true to be good. Ivy Weston parting her legs for me with her hymen intact could only be a joke. A joke shared by the entire family because they had to know what she was up to and sent a substitute who had managed to look convincing enough in the makeover under a dim light.

What happened? "Let go! You're so ugly!" His blood boiled at her words, and he became enraged. First, she deny being his woman, then deny being his fiancée, and now telling him he's ugly was just enough to piss him off. "Say it again!" “As I recall, you already have a wife! And that woman is Samantha. Now get off of me!” “You’re my wife!”

I took the plate of ribs and placed it in front of me. She kicked me under the table, “I heard that the one who likes salty food will always be ugly. Do you mean that you are ugly? And I like salty too. So you are saying that I am ugly. Am I ugly? Am I ugly?” I shook my head. “No, my wife is most beautiful. There is no one more beautiful than my wife in the world. I want you to see you every day and want to hug you to sleep.” She pouted. “That’s more like it here. It’s a bowl of pure chicken soup that has been steamed out of chicken. Drink it.”

I replied, drinking my juice. “Wow, Suzy. Do you want him to get down on his knees and beg for sex? The guy gave you a house and is always here claiming he wants to keep up with his daughter's growth. This is all just a subterfuge for him. He's just using this as an excuse to run away from his wife, that annoying bitch and if he comes here, it must be because this is the only place he can have peace,” she told her fanfic and laughed mockingly. “That poor man, he must have not been fucked for so long. You know what these upper-class bitches are like and the absurd rules they make up during pregnancy; I’m sure his wife hasn’t released her pussy to him for a good few months now.”

Signaling me to come towards her. I laughed and shock my head in disappoinment. This is how I lost my golden wife for this cheap slut. I was so angry, I don't know if to stop coming back at all to my own house, because I don't find it funny again. "What are you doing?" I asked in confusion. Because tell me why someone's wife will dress like a crazy slut just to strip and seduce her husband. I find it total crazy and it's not even funny to me anymore.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

My voice went low as my cock throbbed watching my wife lick her lower lip "Well, I thought my sweet husband was about to replace me with the same whore that did disgusting things just to get into his life," She held my hand leading me back to the bed. I plopped down, watching as her eyes scanned all over mine. She leaned close and straddled me, rolling her ass on my clothed cock "And why would I replace my wife," I bit down on my lips as my eyes raked all over her body stopping on her nipples that were already poking her dress

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!